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On an icy street
Somewhere in the
Pages of a great novella
A poor boy
Runs through a
Busy street.
Clutching more money
Than his
Mind can
Hold he
Races
Into Heaven.
Leaving with a
Smile,
A chocolate bar and a
Golden glint
In his eye.
- Peter Hattingh
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